A Cross To Bear

by Silversmith Senna Spoon

Rating: teen
Tags: Tragedy, Crossover, Slice of Life, Dark
Length: 7126

She had been bought, caged, and treated as a plaything to be discarded when convenient. Can Silver Cross ever adjust back to a normal life? Can she remember what it was like once to be free?

She had been bought, caged, and treated as a plaything to be discarded when convenient. Can Silver Cross ever adjust back to a normal life? Can she remember what it was like once to be free?

Collaboration with SweetAI Belle (or SB using her account, rather.)

Implied foalcon, rape, and abuse. Spelled out, really, but not on-screen. Some crossover with Black Butler, though knowledge of it is not required.

(Based on events in the Weston College RP)

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-09-05 08:27:08 UTC

Caged

After he left, Silver Cross lay there sobbing. By now, she would have thought she had no more tears left in her, but he kept proving her wrong. Most of her good memories had faded in her mind. She was just left here in her own personal nightmare, a place made up of his bedroom, the dungeon downstairs, and her cage.

As usual, he had brought her back to her cage once he was done with her, and shoved her back inside. Curled up in the cage, her face was barely an inch away from the far end and her tail pressed against the door. The cage floor was lined with damp shredded paper, and the air fresheners didn't totally block the smell. It was cramped, smelly, and uncomfortable, but it was all she had.

She faintly remembered living elsewhere. She had lived in a cottage with a bedroom she called her own once. It had been a small town, but she had been happy there, she thought, even without much in the way of friends. It was getting hard for her to remember.

There had come a day when her mother hadn't been feeling well. She'd thought it would pass, but it never did. She got worse and worse, and one day when she came home, her mother was gone.

Daddy hadn't dealt with that well. He'd gotten more and more distant, leaving her on her own a lot of the time. Eventually he had packed everything up, and told her they were moving.

She'd been happy they were going to have a new start in Canterlot, actually. Without the cottage and the village to remind him of mommy, she'd thought they would have more time together, and maybe she'd have her daddy back again.

A few days after they moved, though, daddy had taken her to meet a strange white unicorn. He was dressed all fancy, his blond mane styled like he was somepony important. She had never quite learned his name, though she knew him all too well these days.

He had passed daddy a small burlap bag. Daddy had glanced in it, then tucked it in his saddlebag, seeming satisfied. Daddy had then nudged her, told her to go with him, and that she should do anything he asked of her.

Silver Cross hadn't liked the look in the unicorn's eye, but she wasn't about to disobey her daddy, not back then. She'd obediently followed him into a nearby carriage. Once it took off, the unicorn had run one hoof through her mane in a way that had made her shiver.

The carriage ride was fairly short, finally pulling up to a house on Cherry Avenue. When she didn't get out of the carriage quickly enough for his liking, he shoved her out, then pulled her into the house with him, not giving her time to think.

Once inside, he'd dragged her to his bedroom and threw her down on a big soft fancy bed. Then he'd pushed her tail aside, and started doing things to her she didn't like at all. She'd screamed and struggled, but that had seemed to make him enjoy it even more.

Finally, as she lay there, limp, bleeding, and fur matted, he'd picked her up, and taken her downstairs to his own private dungeon.  He'd shoved her into her cage for what was the first time. Unfortunately, it wasn't the last.

She'd lost all track of time since then. She slept whenever she could, since he liked waking her at odd hours, or doing things that prevented her from sleeping. Every so often, he'd come by, and yank her out by one leg, often twisting it so she cried out in pain. Sometimes she'd end up in the bedroom, sometimes in chains and manacles in the dungeon, and sometimes she'd barely even leave the cage.

Early on, she'd tried fighting him a few times, but all got for it were cuts, bruises, and a lot of black and blue marks. Of course, she got those from him sometimes even when she wasn't fighting him. He liked seeing that he'd left marks on her.

Silver Cross hurt all the time, these days, though he did heal her a little from time to time. He'd mainly heal her if he got so carried away that she wasn't sure she'd survive. She'd actually tried making him really mad before, hoping he'd go too far and it'd at least end, but she'd woken up afterwards anyways. Sometimes she wondered if she had died, and this was where she'd gone for being bad.

She'd called out for her daddy to help her at first, and one time he had just stopped for a moment and laughed. Then he'd told her that her daddy would never come for her. Her daddy had sold her to him, and she was his now, to do with as he pleased. Hearing this, and remembering the bag he'd given her daddy way back when, she'd never called out for daddy's help again.

Silver had thought about trying to escape before, but she'd never even managed to make it out the door. And what if she did? She'd only lived in Canterlot for a few days. She didn't know her daddy's address, and daddy would probably just take her back anyways.

Worse, she knew she wasn't the first one he had done this to. He had a picture album with pictures of him doing the same things to other fillies her age. And the cells in the dungeon might not have anypony in them now, but they sure looked like they had at some point.

She doubted she'd ever get out of this place. She wasn't even sure she'd make to nine, if she hadn't already. Thinking along this gloomy line of thought, she went back to crying and whimpering to herself.

Silver Cross heard a few noises from upstairs, but paid them no attention. She didn't even stop when she heard hoofsteps headed down the stairs. He liked it when she was crying, anyways.

When they started approaching the cage, though, she moved slightly away despite herself. With the way she was crammed in there, that wasn't very far, though. All the things he might do to her next ran through her mind, leaving her paralysed with fear. The door to the cage swung open, and she braced herself.

Then a strange voice belonging to a lady called out to her. "Are you alright?"

What now? She just kept lying there, not daring to move a muscle. He'd played some cruel tricks on her in the past. This had to be one of them.

A minute passed as she lay there, willing them to go away.

"Kid, we have about five minutes to get out of here before the cops come," she said, frustration in her voice. "They're coming here to take you to a low grade orphanage where you'll be bullied. So get out of there. Or do you want to stay here?"

Actually, being bullied in an orphanage sounded a lot better than where she was right now. But it finally clicked in her head that this might not be a trick. Having a faint glimmer of hope, she decided to do as the voice said.

She wasn't actually sure if she could leave this cage, though. She uncurled as best she could and tried to turn to face the exit, but couldn't. She'd never actually left this cage herself, after all.

Unable to turn, Silver Cross tried to back out slowly, since it actually kinda hurt to move. It hurt when she wasn't moving, too, of course, but not as much. After a moment, she felt a tingling sensation, and she was grabbed and pulled out by magic.

As she was set down on the ground, she saw another unicorn in front of her. It was a lady she'd never seen before, wearing a fancy black outfit, and looking down at her disdainfully with penetrating blue eyes. Something bothered her about them, though she wasn't sure quite what.

Silver Cross could understand the reason for the look in her eyes, anyways, glancing down at herself. She had never actually been given a bath here, and she was sure it had been at least months. Her mane, tail, and coat were matted and dirty, and you couldn't even tell what color they were supposed to be.

This wasn't even mentioning the dried blood and other substances in her fur, concentrated around her hindquarters, but elsewhere as well. And she was sure she must smell awful, though her sense of smell had sort of shut down by now.

The lady, by contrast, seemed to barely have a hair out of place. She gestured for Silver to follow her, and started up the steps. Wincing with each step, she hurried to keep up with her anyways. The lady seemed to be blocking her view of something as they went through the house to the front door, not that she cared, as long as he wasn't there.

Walking through the front door was something she'd always hoped to do, but never expected to really happen. As daylight hit her eyes, she looked around, amazed. She'd never thought she'd see trees or the sky again. She almost expected him to pop up from somewhere, but even if he did, it was worth it.

Outside was a carriage not too different from the one which had brought her there so long ago. A tall dark purple stallion seemed to be driving it. The lady opened the carriage door.

"Hop in."

She shuttered, standing there looking at the carriage. Memories of her last trip flashing through her mind, her greenish yellow eyes went wide with fear.

The lady sniffed. "Do you really want to stay here?"

She shook her head, fear replaced with resolve. Whatever this trip brought, it couldn't be worse than if she stayed. Silver Cross hopped in, pain shooting through her as she landed on the seat. Trying to find a comfortable way to sit there, she finally gave up and just curled into a ball.

Climbing in afterwards, the lady barely glanced at her before turning her attention to the driver.

"Agares, you can go now."

The carriage started to move. Where she was headed now, she had no idea. But she wasn't still in her cage. That had to at least be something.

Mended (first draft)

It had been a long, restless night. With the light filtering through the window, it must be morning, though really, she'd just been laying there since her nightmare. She hadn't dared go back to sleep all the way since her nightmare. She didn't really want to disturb everypony else in the house again. They might make her leave.

There was a television in the room, though, and it was morning. Maybe there'd be some cartoons on, or something educational she could watch. She hadn't seen either in a long time. She was probably really behind in learning anything, actually. She flipped it on, and looked at the screen.

"...presenting you with the news today. I'm your host..."

Oh, it was some sort of news show. She was about to flip the channel when suddenly a picture of him appeared on the screen.

"Our big story this morning is the shocking murder of Prince Blueblood yesterday evening. Taking you to the scene of the crime..."

He was dead? Somehow that didn't seem possible. And wasn't that around when she'd left? Her mind reeling, Silver wasn't sure what to think. Though she noted down that his name was Blueblood, somewhere in the back of her mind. He might be the center of her nightmares now, but they'd never really been introduced properly.

The screen changed to show the investigative reporter Watchful Eyes live at the crime scene.

"Thank you, Flash. The princesses highly distinguished nephew was murdered only yesterday by assailants unknown. Preliminary reports are that he was shot a shocking seven times, and only then stabbed through the chest. However this wasn't your standard stab wound. Forensics reports that your average pony could stab halfway through another ponies chest, but he was stabbed clear through, leaving a gaping hole in his back. Police are issuing a curfew for all of Canterlot of six o' clock. If you have any information that could lead to the arrest or capture of those responsible, please call the number below."

The screen put the phone number of the local Canterlot police department and further details.

Silver Cross couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his death, somehow. She'd have liked to have helped. She certainly wasn't going to call that number. They sounded like they thought him dying was a bad thing. She just wished she could be sure he was gone.

Back on the television, they were interviewing an elderly neighbor of Bluebloods'. "Oh, he was always so kind and considerate, always with a moment to say hello. And he was so good with children…"

She did want to know more, though. Had the lady killed him, or was it somepony else?

Not bothering to knock, that strange mustached stallion from last night walked in and sat down on the couch. She supposed she hadn't closed the door.

He looked at the screen. "Another death. Another day. 'Tis but life. So, Cross, are you happy he's dead?"

He started to hum some odd tune to himself.

Silver Cross looked at the strange stallion who insisted on calling himself her uncle. She still needed to know more about that. She needed to know more about everything. She especially didn't understand why she was here. She limped over to the couch next to him and sighed.

"Yes. No. Maybe. It doesn't seem real."

Something occurred to her.

"Can I go to his funeral?"

He looked slightly puzzled, and then smiled.

"You'll have to ask Cielia. But if she says no, I can always sneak you out."

Then he adopted a more serious tone, straightening out his mustache.

"I saw you limping a minute ago. Cielia probably forgot to check you for wounds. Cross, do you have any owies? I took a healing class, so I think I can heal you. Also, you're always looking perplexed. What do you want to know, Cross?"

Silver glanced at several clearly visible bruises on her hindquarters, then at her various healing cuts, one of which was slightly puffy and red. Then she looked back at her 'uncle' as if he was dumb. Wordlessly, she started pointing to all the areas that hurt. It took a while.

Nautilus pulled out a pair of gold glasses, put them on and peered over at her.

"Oh, I didn't notice that. Thought that was part of your natural fur color. Here, let me take care of that."

His horn glowed white, and her bruises and cuts glowed as well. It felt tingly and strange, and was kinda itchy, really. But some of her aches and pains smoothed out, and gradually the bruises and cuts she could see faded, the bruises vanishing, and the cuts becoming faint pink lines.

He smiled. "That better, Cross?"

Well, there was only one way for her to really be sure. She hopped down from the couch, and walked around in circles for a few minutes around the bedroom. Then she hopped back up.

Well, the worst of it was gone. She didn't feel as bad, but something still hurt deep in her hindquarters. While it wasn't hurting every time she walked now, the fact she could walk faster meant she was noticing the limp on one of her hind legs a lot more.

That shouldn't be surprising, really. That was the same leg that he usually pulled her out of her cage with. He'd often twisted it while pulling her, sometimes just to hear her cry out in pain, so it wouldn't exactly surprise her if it had broken at some point. Maybe more than once.

"Kinda. It still hurts-" she pointed at her hindquarters. "in here. And something's wrong with this leg."

She pointed to the leg in question.

Nautilus took hold of the leg, looked it over, touched it in spots gently, watching her, and then sighed.

"Looks like your leg broke, Cross. Luckily, it's just a fracture, but I'm going to have to reset it, and that will hurt. So I'll put you under a spell that'll make it just tingle, instead."

His horn glowed white, and this time her head was glowing. Her head felt like it was wrapped in a cloud, and she felt kinda funny. Then he started to work on her leg.

Resetting her leg actually involved rebreaking it and then healing it when it was in the right position, and she whimpered despite herself. It felt really weird when it broke, and then healed, though it didn't hurt much.much.

Once he finished, his horn stopped glowing, and he looked really tired.

"One second, Cross. My mana levels are low."

He pulled out a chocolate bar and broke it in half. Then he handed one piece to Silver Cross and started eating the other one himself.

Once he finished off his chocolate, his horn started glowing again. She ate her own chocolate, and braced herself as her hindquarters started tingling. She had a pretty good idea what had hurt her there, and it had happened over and over again, so she didn't think fixing it was going to be pleasant. She was pretty sure something had ripped inside. More than once.

She could sorta feel things knitting themselves together inside, and the pain, which she had sorta been aware of without really feeling it, lessened, then stopped.

Nautilus looked really exhausted when he finished. "All better now, Cross?"

Well, her head still felt kinda weird, but she thought so.

"I can't tell. I hope so. Everythings all tingly."

She paused for a moment. She still had no idea why she wasn't still in a cage, if he was really dead, how he could possibly be her uncle, or what really was going on. Without the constant pain distracting her, she really felt like she needed some answers. And he had offered.

"Why are you doing this? What am I doing here?"

He just chuckled.

"Well, I'm doing this because I like to think I'm a good stallion. Also, Cielia's my sister-in-law. After seeing you in that cage, instead of having you go to a horrible orphanage, she adopted you through shadowy means. Now you're part of our family."

After saying that, his horn glowed one last time, and her head started to feel a bit more normal.

She really hoped he was telling the truth. He had played cruel games with her before, letting her think she was going to be able to get away, then pulling the rug out from under her.

"So, I'll be living here now, I'll n-never be locked up in a c-cage ever again, and n-nopony will ever-"

She looked back at her flank and trailed off, not really sure of what to say.

Nautilus knelt to to her level, and looked at her calmly. "I promise you, Cross. If anypony dares to even look at you meanly, I'll hurt them so bad. Nopony is going to hurt you. Do you understand that?"

This all seemed pretty unlikely to her, but she wasn't about to contradict him.

"I-I think so. Um, what about daddy?"

He yawned. "Your new daddy? Or your old father?"

She looked at him, newly worried. "My old one. Daddy gave me to him once. What if daddy finds out where I am?"

He just laughed. "Then I'll lock him in a cage and see how he likes it. But don't worry, Cielia won't let you get hurt."

Silver Cross bit her lip, still not convinced.

"Daddy's probably still in Canterlot. Are we near Canterlot?" she asked him, worried again. "And the ladies name is Cielia?"

"We are closer to Trottingham, actually," He yawned. "She is Cielia, the teenage colt from last night was Avery, and I am Captain Nautilus. Or uncle Nautilus to you."

Well, at least they weren't anywhere nearby.

"Oh. I wasn't totally sure. She didn't say that much to me last night." She yawned. "It's gonna be awhile before I can remember all these names anyway."

She looked around the room they were in.

"So this is my room, then?"

It was a lot better than a cage, if it was, though she was still gonna avoid that bed.

She didn't get an answer.

"Nautil- um, er, Naughty?" She'd never get the hang of these names.

Still no response. After asking once or twice more, she realized he'd fallen asleep. Well, he had looked pretty tired after healing her. She was pretty tired, too, after her sleepless night, so she turned the television back off, and fell back asleep curled up on the couch.

Delivered (first rough draft)

The carriage must have traveled for ten minutes or so. Silver Cross lay curled on one seat, the lady sitting next to her, ignoring her. Silver had no idea where they were going. Her last carriage ride had led to really bad things happening. She'd like to think this one was going to be different, but why would it be?

As she lay there gloomily, the carriage came to a stop. The driver came around and opened the side door for the lady.

"We're here, Mistress," he said.

"Thank you, Agares," she replied, and stepped out.

Well, they must be wherever they were going. Silver Cross wasn't really sure she wanted the ride to be over, though. She was tired and hurt and would rather just lay there. Of course, she wasn't sure what would happen if she didn't come along, either.

"Agares, stay with that foal while I go get the Princesses."

She probably hadn't heard that last right. Why would the princesses be here?

Now the lady had left her there with that stallion standing outside the door. She didn't think he was going to do anything to her. Still, maybe she should just pretend to be asleep? She wasn't sure that'd help, since woken up at least once to having her legs grabbed and her tail.... shoved aside, but it couldn't hurt. She closed her eyes and tried to pretend the world wasn't there.

A few minutes later, she heard hoofsteps outside.

"I found the filly in the dungeon of Blueblood's house," she heard the lady say. "She's been obviously been raped by the pervert."

It sounded like she was back and was talking about her, though she wasn't sure what all the words meant. Silver Cross just breathed in and out, and tried not to be there as much as she could.

She heard the door open and close, though with her eyes closed, she couldn't really see who it was. Nopony bothered her, anyway.

"There she is. What do you want me to do with her?" the lady said.

An unfamiliar voice chuckled.  "Say, Cielia, would you mind adopting her?"

What did 'adopting' mean? Nothing good, judging by the ladies reaction.

"What?!"

"You heard what I said. I want you to adopt her," the voice replied, sounding amused. "It'll be entertaining, since you're an akuma."

Silver decided to stop trying to even understand this conversation. It made no sense to her.

The lady sighed. "Fine, I'll do it."

She wished she could go home, but daddy had told her to go with the bad stallion. He'd just make her go back. She wished everything was different.

"I'm assuming her parents left her because they couldn't take care of her," the lady continued. "That or either her parents are indebted to Blueblood."

She hadn't cared for baths before, but she'd really like one now. She couldn't remember the last time she'd had one. She felt dirty all over. Though she'd feel dirty anyways, with what he'd done to her.

"One of my servants will send you an adoption form tomorrow," the voice said. "For now, take her to your manor and give her a bath."

Was that something about a bath? She cracked one eye open for a minute.

"I'll be going now. Goodbye."

She saw the lady step back in the carriage, and that stallion - Agrees? - went back up front. Then the carriage took off.

Well, they were moving again. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. For all she knew, maybe they were taking her back. Though hopefully they were taking her to get a bath. The lady seemed to be ignoring her, at least. Ignored was good.

Cielia glanced over to the filly. "Say, what's your name, anyways?"

So much for being ignored. She supposed she'd better answer. Bad things tended to happen if she didn't do what she was told. Of course, bad things tended to happen if she did do what she was told...

Given that her eyes were open, she didn't think she could pretend to be asleep, at least.

"S-Silver C-Cross..." she stammered out nervously.

"I see," the lady said. "How old are you?"

Where was this going? She wondered what day it was or how long she'd been in her cage, so she couldn't even give a good answer to her.

"Er, 8 or 9?" she guessed. She might have had a birthday in there.

"Hm. Perhaps this'll help us find your real parents."

Maybe she shouldn't have said that, then. If she found daddy, she'd just end up with the bad man again. She might have already said too much. Thinking about going back, she shivered.

Silver Cross lay there in silence for a few hours, until eventually the carriage stopped again.

Had they finally gotten where they were going? She couldn't really tell where they were. Not that she'd really known where she was for a long time now. This time, a young teenage stallion opened the carriage door.

"Welcome back Mistress!" he said, enthusiastically.

Mistress? That sounded awful lot like 'Master'. He'd wanted to be called that, when he'd even acknowledged her at all.

"Hm, good afternoon Finnian," the lady replied.

Finnian stepped aside to let her out. A mare dressed in a maid's uniform stood next to him.

"Huh? Who's this?" he said, spotting her.

"A guest?" the maid asked.

You know, she'd kinda like to know the answer to that question herself. She stayed quiet.

"She's going to be staying here. I've adopted her," the lady said. "Maylene, prepare a bath for her."

She was going to be staying here? She wasn't totally sure about what adopted meant. Maybe that was something like owned? Perhaps she'd been sold to the lady now? That could be good or bad, she supposed. A bath sounded nice, though.

"Yes, Mistress!" the maid said. "But wait, what is her name?"

Already starting to walk away, the lady glanced back. "Her name is Silver Cross."

Then she continued on her way.

Well, the lady was gone. Who had she left her with? Maylene?

"Silver Cross, follow me!" she said, in a voice that sounded like she was trying to be stern.

You know, she might be able to just take off. They might not find her. They'd probably catch her before she got too far, though. Besides, she hadn't had a good meal in quite a while, and it hurt to move a bit. She slowly tried to get down from the seat.

Maylene extended a hoof to help Silver Cross out, but she shied away and hopped down, a join of pain  as she hit the ground.There was a big fancy house nearby. She guessed that was where she was supposed to go?

"Follow me." Maylene started walking toward the manor.

Silver Cross followed her slowly, wincing every so often as walked. No matter what she did, at least one of her bruises got hit or rubbed against when she moved, and it hurt.

Eventually they made it to the first floor bathroom. Leading Silver Cross in, Maylene bent over the bathtub to fill it with warm water.

Silver Cross sighed. She was finally going to get a bath. She looked over the dirt and grime, and other unpleasant substances matted in her coat, the bloodstains on her hindquarters, and occasional cuts and bruises. She was more than ready for this. It had been a long time.

Finishing, Maylene turned to her. "Ok, it's ready."

Then she left the bathroom, leaving Silver Cross alone.

She wasn't staying? Good. She'd been worried the maid would want to scrub her down, and she wasn't sure how well she'd handle that.

She climbed into the warm bathwater and sighed. It felt wonderful. She could stay in here all day.

Next to her was a pink bar of soap and some shampoo.

She grabbed the soap and a scrub brush, and started trying to work some of the grime off, wincing when she hit a bruise. The water in the tub gradually turned muddy and fairly disgusting-looking.

Hmm. She thought there was a plug down there somewhere. She fished around wih one hoof, pulled it out, and drained the water. Rinsing out the tub, she put the plug back in, and filled it back up, nearly burning herself before she got the temperature right.

Silver Cross had to do this several times before her coat was back to its normal light grey rather than the rather darker shade it had gotten to. Of course, now you could clearly see most of her bruises, too, and the occasional cut marks. Before the dirt and grime had made them less obvious.

She started shampooing up her mane and tail. She had to wash and wring them out quite a few times, too, but eventually they went back to a light brown color. She rinsed off one final time, drained the tub, and got out.

Standing in the bathroom, sopping wet, there was a large towel hanging on a wall barely in reach of her muzzle. She grabbed it with her teeth, pulled, and it fell, covering her. She started drying herself off with it as best as she could.

Stumbling out, towel wrapped around her mane and waist, she was surprised to see the girl from before there with some clothes. She hadn't worn clothes in a long time, ever since what happened to her last ones. Were those for her? They didn't seem like anything she was really familiar with, either.

Maylene nodded to her, indicating the clothes. "It often gets very cold here at night, so please wear this."

These were hers? They looked kinda complicated to get on. She supposed she'd do her best to try, though.

She grabbed what looked like a shirt first, and pulled it on. Then she started puzzling over the other items. Lets see, now there was some sort of skirt. Once she had that on, there was this long robe thing she figured she was supposed to wrap around her somehow. It was all very confusing.

 "Do you want me to help you?" Maylene asked politely.

 Well, she didn't really want anypony touching her, but she wasn't sure how to put this on.

"How am I supposed to wear this?" Silver Cross asked. "I wrap it around me somehow?"

"Well, I think you could just wear the robe for now. You can tie the Obi by yourself, right?"

Well, tying things was easy, though she wasn't sure what an Obie was. Nothing like an Oboe, she assumed.

"I think so."

Silver Cross grabbed some sort of tie and tied it around about where she thought it was supposed to be. Maylene clapped her hooves.

 "Okay, that's good enough. Would you like some dinner?"

 A real, proper meal? She was sure something bad was gonna happen, but she may as well enjoy it while it lasted.

"Um, yes please," she said, trying to remember her manners. they were kinda rusty, by now.

 "Follow me." Maylene walked down the hall.

 She followed, trying not to trip on the weird clothing. It still hurt occasionally as she walked, as some of her bruises were in places that made walking a little awkward. But she managed, if slowly.

Soon enough, they made it to some sort of dining room. A teenage colt and the lady were sitting at a table, and the stallion from before was pushing a cart with a pot towards them.

Silver Cross looked at them. There was a table there, but she wasn't really sure if this was where she was supposed to be eating. Maybe they were just passing through. And if she was supposed to eat here, where was she supposed to sit?

Maylene gestured to a chair, not too far from the others. "Please sit down."

 Well, that answers that. Silver Cross sat down in the chair, and a look of pain crossed her face. She'd managed to sit right on a big bruise. She squirmed around a little, trying to shift her weight around so she was more comfortable.

As she did so, Agares put a plate in front of her with curry and rice on it. He then put similar plates in front of the other two. Mylene seemed to have left the room while she was settling down.

The smell from the curry came up to her nose, and her mouth watered. It smelled really good. She knew better than to count on it, though. He'd done that to her in the past, putting really good food in front of her, then eating it when she tried to take a bite. Still, it looked delicious.

The other two seemed not to be concerned about this, and started in as Agares moved away from the table. After a moment, she decided it was safe enough. She took a bite, and then another. It was just as good as it looked.

She knew she ought to slow down and eat politely, and she tried a little, but she was too hungry. Pretty soon every last speck of food on the plate was gone.

Silently gliding over, Agares looked down at her. "Would you like another serving?"

 More? She'd best get it while she had a chance. Meals weren't exactly an everyday thing for her.

"Yes, please."

 He ladled out another serving of curry and rice, then left.

 This time, she managed to eat this plate of curry slower and somewhat more politely. It still vanished just as thoroughly, though.

As the other two finished their own servings, the stallion brought out three plates of French pudding.

This caused her to cringe a little. The last time she'd eaten pudding, it hadn't been on a plate. Or by her choice. Still, she managed to finish it off.

The other two seemed to have finished their own servings as well. The lady stood.

"Well, that was good. Goodnight." She gestured at Silver Cross. "Agares, show Silver Cross her bedroom."

The lady turned and walked down the hall, paying no further attention to anypony in the room, and the lanky teenage colt walked behind her.

" Please follow me." Agares began walking down the hall.

She followed him as best she could. A staircase later, and feeling like she'd never remember the layout of this place, they came to a room. The stallion opened the door, and motioned her in.

This room was a really fancy bedroom. The floors were hard wood and a large mirror sat on a dresser on one wall. There was a fancy high up bed, with lots of pillows. A comfy chair was in one corner. There was a couch and a television. And curtains hid a large window.

Nervous, she looked around the room apprehensively. She'd been in a room like this before, and it had never gone well for her. This room was all too similar to his in a few ways. Especially the bed.

The stallion bid her goodnight, and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Well, she was all alone in the scary room. That was better than not being alone there, she guessed.

Silver Cross walked up to the mirror, since she hadn't really been paying attention back in the bathroom. It'd really been a long time since she'd gotten a good look at herself, and she really looked different.

The kimono looked strange on her, and she was a lot skinnier than she remembered, for one. Her mane was long and all over the place, not having been cut in a long time. And all the bruises and cuts certainly didn't help her appearance any.

The basics were still the same. Same light grey fur, same light brown mane.  She did look different somehow, though, but she couldn't really place it. There was a look in her yellowish-green eyes she didn't really remember being there before, though.

Maybe it was just attitude. The last time she'd looked in the mirror, she hadn't a care in the world. And she'd thought her daddy loved her. Now she knew better. She wasn't even sure such a thing existed, for her, anyways.

Oh, there was a calendar over her with the date marked off. Well, what do you know? She was 9. Her birthday had been yesterday. She'd wondered about that, since she'd lost track of time, or even day or night, quite a while ago.

She looked around some more, and wandered over to the windows. They were huge. She wondered if there was a balcony or something there. It'd be nice to get outside for a while. Being in here was better than in a cage, but outside - outside was free. Something she hadn't been in a long time.

The clock struck 10 o' clock and it was very dark outside.

Hmm, it was pretty late. Maybe she should get some sleep. Not in the bed, though. The last times she'd been in a bed had very unpleasant. She moved the chair to the far corner of the room, positioning it where she'd have a good view of anypony coming in.

Grabbing a soft cushion, she put that on the chair. With all her bruises, she'd need that. Then

she grabbed a blanket, and took it to the chairs as well. Then she turned out the lights, leaving only a light coming from where the door was open a crack.

Curling up on the cushion, she pulled the blanket over her, head poking out, and watched the door, trying to get to sleep.

The minutes and hours ticked by slowly. Getting to sleep was difficult. She wasn't really that tired, not having been on a sleep schedule anywhere near normal. There had been a lot of excitement. And most of all, she was still scared he would show up, and take her away.

That night was not a particularly quiet one in that room. Low music started drifting at some point, with what sounded like a lullaby, but it didn't really help her state of mind. Sleep did not come easily, and when it did, her dreams were not pleasant ones.

In the majority of them, she was back in her cage, or in Bluebloods bedroom, and all manner of unspeakable things were being done to her. One particularly bad one left her screaming and thrashing around in her blanket in her sleep, without waking her up.

After a few minutes, running hoofsteps could be heard going through the hall towards her room, and the music came to a halt. She was oblivious, and continued thrashing around, clothes drenched in sweat, and her tail curled tightly between her hind legs.

The teenage colt from dinner burst into her room at a gallop. "Are you alright?"

Still on her chair, Silver Cross was still tangled up in the blanket, locked in her dream.

"No! Get off of me! Stop it!" She pushed away at the blanket in front of her,  clearly unaware anyone else was in the room.

 Maylene stumbled into the room and flipped on the lights. "S-Silver Cross!"

Next in the room was a brown stallion with a thick mustache and navy cap on. Seeing Silver Cross's state, he walked over to the chair.

"Wake up, sweet little filly," he said. "Your uncle Nautilus is here."

"That sounds so perverted. Nautilus," the teenager commented, walking up behind him.

In response, Maylene smacked him upside the head. Nautilus elbowed him as well, sending him into the wall. "That's Uncle Nautilus to you, Avery."

Avery rubbed his head. "Ow…"

In the meantime, Silver Cross's screaming had just turned into non-stop whimpering and crying, and she still was totally unaware of her surroundings.

Maylene pointed at Silver Cross. "We really need to wake her up, yes?"

Nautilus pulled the blanket aside, grabed her shoulders, and started shaking her.

As Silver Cross came back to consciousness, she became aware of a few things. First, he was not lying on top of her. Second, she was not in her cage, or his bedroom. Third, the room was full of ponies, and one of them was shaking her, though she couldn't see anything clearly.

Of course, being shaken awake was kinda scary in itself.

"W-Where am I?" she asked, still halfway asleep.

Nautilus stopped shaking her. "Good morning, Cross. You're in your room at Phantomhive manor. I'm your Uncle Nautilus."

"Not in my cage?" she said, plaintively.

"No. you're not, Cross," he replied.

 "And he's not here?"

"No, he's not here. Cross. I shall never let anything hurt you."

Silver Cross looked at him doubtfully. She remembered the strange events of the previous day now, but she didn't remember ever meeting this 'uncle' of hers before. Her family'd always been small. Mommy, who was dead, and daddy. And he had told her he'd bought her from daddy, so she didn't have a family now.

Never letting anything hurt her seemed unlikely, anyways. And how did he know anything about her? All the lady had told anypony else that she had heard was her name.

While she was thinking about this, the teenage colt got up and approached her,  with a concerned look on his face.

"You were screaming and thrashing about in your sleep. Are you alright?"

She considered the question. She wasn't sure the last time anypony had asked her if she was alright. The answer, though, was obvious.

"No."

Brr, it was chilly. She should take off this robe, since it was soaked.

Silver Cross slowly took it off, and wrapped the blanket around her properly, untangling it. She glanced around at all the ponies she'd woken up.

"I'm sorry. You can all go back to sleep. I won't wake you up again tonight."

And she wouldn't. She didn't really need sleep, anyways.